Redtail Rise cutting

His blood surged, boiling. Flames danced in his eyes while he tasted blood, and not for the first time. His teeth struck and carved open fresh wounds. Ancelin, he thought was attacking blindly, leaving his face unprotected. Relic did the same. Only, he would proudly flaunt each new battlescar bestowed on him this day.

Let Ancelin's strikes hit. He knew not of the fateful day when he and Lilia rendered a coyote to shreds, bathing in its blood. Of the spark ignited in the Redtail that day, which turned the flicker of that flame into an inferno.

He would let his own pain fuel his drive, exploiting it only in the way an unhinged hellhound knew how. 

He slitted his eyes. Drove towards an indigo set, trying to snag a tooth under an eyelid. His breath left him, while he, winded, felt the force of Ancelin's shoulder. Coughing, he spat up foamy blood, but did not give ground. His own shoulder swung, aiming to take out a few ribs.